The TARDIS won't open for her, he thought. No. No way. The big-haired archeologist couldn't be important enough that the TARDIS would just open for her.

Yet in his hearts he knew it would. Whoever River Song was, she was someone that would be immensely important to him. That terrified him. Especially now. Now, after everything that had happened to him, after running from his destiny to see the universe, after the TIme Lord victorious----he only hurt the people who were important to him.

He crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and watched her approach the TARDIS.